Nevada County picayune., 1887-07-06


 youths lexicon, "fail."
 "Well, hurry back, for shall be very anxious till you return"
 With kiss and smiling good bye, Blanche ripped from the room with a heart not quite as light as when sh Q first thought of her venture, but she would not own it even to herself.
 Our heroine was little more than a child, although the suns of nine teen summers had darkeDed her once flaxen curls. The youngest child and only girl of family of five children, she was, of course, greatly petted and caressed. A girl of a less sweet. even disposi. ton might have shown tue effects of such a framing in imperiOus manners and pettish exactiOns, but Blanche, without special effort, had escaped these evils. Living her happy life, surrounded by home love and comforts, she had not given herself mp entirely to pleasure, bat had lsbored diligent- ly to improve naturally bright mind, trying to make the jewel worthy of it's fair setting.
 The cable car sped along the frosty track, bearing Blanche near CT and nearer her destination. Her ardor was cooling rapidly. With all her bravery she began to feel that facing the lion in his den was not such a very pleasant matter. However, she was not the glrl to give up a venture when once be. gun, so she tried not 10 feel ner- vOus, but to compose her thoughts into a neat little speech for the ed ificatiOn of the 'spectacled ogre"
 Finally she stood before the dread portal, and the shaky knock told as plainly as any words the corresponding condition of her thoughts.
 Come imp called musical voice, but she didn't "cOme.' With the admirable caution of her sex, she resolved that the ''liOn" should meet her at least half way She knocked a second time, a little louder than before. After a brief pause-an awful pause to Blanche, the door was thrown wide open by a-baldheaded, spectacled ogre? No, indeed! by tall, slender man of perhaps twenty seven years, with brown, curling hair and mus tache, and mirthful brown eyes.
 "Oh! ah! will you come in?" said the young man. with little em. barrassment in his voice.
 Blanche entered and took the politely.proffered chair without a word. The ''neat little speech' was fOrgotten--in fact, she seemed to have lost all speech in her com plete surprise.
 Do you wish to see mel" came the pleasant tones of the young man, after d moment of dreadful silence.
 "Yes-that is, l wished to see the editor of the D-- Maga. zine," faltered Blanche.
 "I have that humble honOr,' he replied.
 Blanche cast one swift glance at him, and then slowly drew from her huff the precious manuscript. An amused smile played about the editors handsome mouth, and his eyes assumed the unmistable q told you so'' expression.
 Il have written a little story, and l thought perhaps-it would be wise, if-I-I want to get 1t printedw and an undignified tear dropped on the little muff.
 Certainly! may see it"
 She gave it to him without look. ing up, her thoughts in d tumalt as to 'what mamma would think' to see her talking to this handsome man, whose admiring brown eyes were harder to meet than the glassy stare she had anticipated.
 The editor uufolded the paper and glanced over the pages, paus- ing occasionally to read a sentence through.
 Blanche sat with downcast eyes. Nothing broke the silence save the rustling of the papers and the tick. ing of the clock.
 "Ahem! excuse me, but Is this part of the storyW asked the edi- tor, as he held up before her gaze
 -horrnr of horrors-the very let